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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.