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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.