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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.