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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Shoche,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.