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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
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.