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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.