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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Doors,
MC5,
Smog,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.