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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.