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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.