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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Fear,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.