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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.