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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Sparks,
cv313,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.