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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.