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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.