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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
10cc,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.