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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.