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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.