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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Deepchord 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Names,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.