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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.