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 Chad and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.