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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.