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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.