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 Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.