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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.