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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.