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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
MDC,
CMW,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.