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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Franke,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.