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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.