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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.