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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.