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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.