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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.