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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.