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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.