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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.