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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.