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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.