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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.