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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.