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 Austria and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.