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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.