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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.