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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.