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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
the Human League,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
The Index,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.