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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.