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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.