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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.