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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.