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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.