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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.