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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.