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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.