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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.