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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Motions,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.