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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.