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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.