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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.