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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Brick,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.