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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.