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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.