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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.