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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.