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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
MDC,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.