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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.