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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.