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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.