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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.