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 Chile 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.