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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.