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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.