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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.