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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.