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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.