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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.