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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Scion,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.