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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.