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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.