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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.