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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Shoche,
Television,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.