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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.