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 Kiribati 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.