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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.