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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.