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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.