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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.