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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Flipper 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.