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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.