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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soul II Soul 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.