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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.