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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.