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 Poland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.