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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.