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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.