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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.