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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.