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 Suriname 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Can,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.