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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.