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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.