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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.