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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.