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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.