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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.