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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.