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 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.