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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.