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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.