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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.