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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.