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 Libya and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.