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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.