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 India and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.