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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.