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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.