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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.