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 Indonesia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.