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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.