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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.