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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.