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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.