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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.