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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.