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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
CMW,
The Index,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.