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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.