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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.