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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Motions,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.