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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.