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 India and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.