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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.