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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Technova,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.