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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.