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 Germany and from Houston.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.