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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.