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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Whodini,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.