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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.