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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.