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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.