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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.