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 Comoros 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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Can,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.