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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.