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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Roxette,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.