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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.