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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
MC5,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.