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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.