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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Fall,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Niagra,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Moebius,
CMW,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.