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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.