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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Wings,
Yaz,
Technova,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.