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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.