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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.