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 France and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.