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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.