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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.