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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.