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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.