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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.