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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.