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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.