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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.