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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.