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 Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.