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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.