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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.