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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.