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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.