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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.