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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.