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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.