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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.