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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.