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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.