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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.