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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.