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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Faust,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.