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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.