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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.