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 France and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.