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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
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.