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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Wings,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.