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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.