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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.