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 Libya and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.