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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.