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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.