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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.