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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.