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 Canada 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.