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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.