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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.