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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.