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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Cure to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.