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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.