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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.