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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.