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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.