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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.