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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
The Cure,
MC5,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.