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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.