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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
June Days,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Mars,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.