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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.