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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.