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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.