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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.