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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Can to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.