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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Crime,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.