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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.