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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.