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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.