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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Can,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.