Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Smog,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.