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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.