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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
cv313,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.