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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.