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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.