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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.