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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.