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 Belize and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Television,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.