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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Normal,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Wire,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.