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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.