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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Ossler,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.