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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.