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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.