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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.