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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.