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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.