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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ponytail 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.