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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.