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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.