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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.