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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Echospace,
Shoche,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.