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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.