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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.