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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.