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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.