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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.