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 Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.