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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.