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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.