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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.