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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.