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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.