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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.