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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.