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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.