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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.