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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.