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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.