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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Oneida,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.