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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.