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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.