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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Morten Harket 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.