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 Tuvalu 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.