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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Franke,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.