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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
10cc,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.