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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.