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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.