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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.