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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.