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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.