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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.