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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.