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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.