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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
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.