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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.