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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
New Order,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.