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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.