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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.