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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.