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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Monks,
The Standells,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.