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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Index,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
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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.