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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Names 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.