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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.