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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Technova,
DNA,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.