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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
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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.