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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.