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 Togo 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Wire,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.