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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.