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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.