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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.