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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.