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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.