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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.