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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.