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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.