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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
X-101,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Gong,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.