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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.