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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.