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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.