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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Little Man,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.