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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.