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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Interpol 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.