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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.