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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.