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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.