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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
New Order,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.