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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.