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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Can,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.