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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.