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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.