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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.