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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.