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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.