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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.