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 Fiji and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.