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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.