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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.