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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.