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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.