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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.