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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.