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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.