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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Nico,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.