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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.