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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.