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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.