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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.