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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.