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 Denmark 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.