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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.