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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.