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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.