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 Egypt and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.