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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.