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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
DNA,
MC5,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.