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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Crime,
AZ,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.