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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.