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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.