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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.