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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.