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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.