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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.