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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Can,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.