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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.