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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.