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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Scion,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.