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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.