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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Deakin,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.