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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 ABBA to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
MDC,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.