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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.