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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.