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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Whodini,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.