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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.