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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.