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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
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Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.