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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.