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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Sound to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
PIL,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.