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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.