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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.