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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.