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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
X-102,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.