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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.