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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.