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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.