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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.