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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.