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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.