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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Crime,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.