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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.