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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.