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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang of Four 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.