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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.