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 Iceland and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.