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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.