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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.