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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.