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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.