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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.