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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.