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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.