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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.