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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.