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 Chile 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.