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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.