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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.