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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
UT,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.