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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.