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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the grime 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.