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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.