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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.