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 Czech Republic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Urselle,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Lalann,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.