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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
New Order,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.