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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.