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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.