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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.