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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Shoche,
Brick,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.