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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.