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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Nico,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.