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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABC to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.