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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.