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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Deakin,
Swans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.