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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Pole,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.