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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.