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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.