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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Index,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.