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 Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.