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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
June Days,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.