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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.