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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.