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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.