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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.