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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.