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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.