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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.