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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.