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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Swans,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.