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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.