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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cameo 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.