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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.