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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.