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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.