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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Swans,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.