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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.