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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Visage,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.