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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.