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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.