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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.