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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.