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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.