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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.