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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Doors to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Smog,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.