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 Congo 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.