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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.