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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.