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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nico 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.