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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.