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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.