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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.