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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.