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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.