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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.