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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.