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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.