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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.