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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.