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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.