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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Fugs to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.