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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.