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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.