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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.