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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Slave,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.