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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
X-101,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.