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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Technova,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.