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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Swans,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.