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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.