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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.