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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.