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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.