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 Maldives 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Japan,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.