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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 MDC to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.