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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.