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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Fall,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.