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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.