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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.