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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.