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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.