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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.