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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Mars,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.