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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.