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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Index,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.