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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Franke to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.