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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.