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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.