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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.