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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.