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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
MDC,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.