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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pole,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.