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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Scion,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.