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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.