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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.