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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.