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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
The Index,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.