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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
New Order,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.