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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.