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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.