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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.