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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.