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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.