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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
UT,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
June Days,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.