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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.