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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.