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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.