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 Austria 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.