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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.