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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.