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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.