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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Visage,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.