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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.