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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.