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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.