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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.