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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.