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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.