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 France and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.