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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.