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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Remains,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.