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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.