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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.