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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.