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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.