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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.