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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.