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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.