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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.