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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Gong,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.