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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.