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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.