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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Cluster 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.