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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.