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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.