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 Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.