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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.