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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.