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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.