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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.